The castle had fallen, and the attackers poured in. The keep was soon on fire. Seeing it burn, the princess in the tower knew her parents had been slain. She opened the window and climbed on the windowsill. She waited until she heard footsteps on the staircase. Then she jumped.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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Fortunately for her she lived in a basement apartment.
🙂
Always good to read a happy ending.
Sad endings make me happy.
I know! 🙂 It’s like listening to good blues. The feeling of being punched in the gut with a velvet glove. That’s how an old cowboy poet I know used to describe it.
‘Punched in the gut with a velvet glove.’ I’ve noted that and will shamelessly use it in my story. Thank you!
I wonder if the tower was tall enough for parachute usage?
They had no parachutes in the Middle Ages, only dragons.
Foiled again!
What is the meaning of the cross?
It could be that the conquerors built the cross in the place were the princess died.
I am asking a real question – what is the meaning of the cross, that is, what kind of cross is it?
“in the place WHERE the princess died.”
Well, I have no idea. It’s a cross!
Hey, thanks for the thoughtful reply! 😉
Actually, I have a photograph of a cross that I took and is in one of my blog posts, Orick, I think. The crosses have names on them and a rhododendron is planted behind each cross.
I just wondered. I will find out sooner or later!
We’ll see about that.
the problems of princesses. hehe